Chapter 12 Subtle Confession
Zayd
Chris is such an asshole! I have always known that, and I didn't care until now.
Whatever the fuck did he say to Amrah to make her feel so guilty? I never felt guilty for the second kiss we had in her apartment, but I was hurt when she declared it a mistake because it was more than just a kiss to me.
It was me declaring my feelings for her.
I knew she didn't mean that deep down, but she felt like she was cheating on Chris, which should be true if Chris truly loved her.
“I'm a bad girlfriend regardless. I cheated on Chris. I kissed you and I have been thinking about the kiss”
If only she knew that Chris is probably somewhere shoving his dick down some girl's throat, she wouldn't be beating herself up like that.
“I have been thinking about it as well. Even though you told me to forget it ever happened. I couldn't” I blurted.
Amrah stared at me dumbfounded, her eyes fell to my lips and back to my eyes, her cheeks heated up when she realized I was watching her keenly.
I wondered if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe she does because her nipples were hard and straining against her silk shirt, unless they were hard due to the chill air.
She looked so ethereal under the starlight, her small button nose as red as her cheeks. Her green eyes shimmered with restraint, she moistened her lips with her tongue, and swallowed.
Fuck…
I was no better than Chris, because all I could think of was claiming those lips and watching her pant for air while I fuck every shred of innocence out of her.
“I think there is something wrong with me. I… I don't feel the urge for sex but, I… uhm…” she broke the tense silence.
“I… I keep thinking about you when I kiss Chris. I mean he was my first kiss, but you were my best… it feels like sex with you will be…” she clamped her palm over her mouth to stop herself, her eyes widened in realization of how much she had spilled.
My dick swelled at the innocent praise. I glanced at the can she had dropped on the floor, and it wasn't alcoholic. That meant, she was sober.
“The best is yet to come” I teased.
“Show me” That was unexpected, but the curiosity in her eyes twinkled expectantly at me.
“No. We can't have sex…” This wasn't how I envisioned sex with her.
“Then kiss me, I want you to kiss me again. I want to feel good” Amrah climbed my legs gingerly, she tugged my jacket forward until my face was an inch apart from hers.
I could perceive the cranberry juice she had just had, “ Are you sure you want this?”
“Please…”
Fuck!
I pulled her closer by the waist and cradled the back of her head and crushed my lips on hers. As much as I wanted to be gentle with her, I was hungry. I hoped she wouldn't be scared off by the urgency of the kiss.
I have been starving for her. Amrah’s lips moved against mine, trying to meet my pace. Her hand gripped my neck and pulled me closer as if that was possible.
Her other hand slipped into my hair, rubbing and pulling. I could taste the drink on her lips, I could taste how much she wanted me as well.
“Nghnnn…” small moans slipped out of her lips.
Her hips began to move tentatively, rubbing herself against my hardness. My hand on her waist began to guide her slowly.
“Ahnn… oh…” Amrah broke the kids and made a louder moan.
Her head lolled back as she humped faster against me, I could feel her wetness pooling on my sweatpants.
How did she get so wet in a few minutes?
“Oh… touch me. I… ahnnn want you to touch me”
“Where, tell me where you want me to touch?”
Instead of telling me, she grabbed my hand that was on her waist and slipped it into her waistband, “ right there” she ordered.
“Okay,” my fingers spread her lips apart, all soaking wet.
I rubbed her clit slowly, earning a satisfied moan from her slightly parted lips. Her brows knitted in pleasure and her eyes stared at me pleadingly.
Her breaths came out ragged, “Please… ughnnn”
She wanted me to rub harder, so I kissed her neck and began to rub her harder. Her leg quivered and her grip on my shoulder slipped as her climax hit her.
“Ahnn… Zayd… please…” the way my name slipped out of her mouth amidst the moans.
I need help…
“Uhmm… so good… not painful at all”
Painful?
“Was it usually painful?” I asked, pausing my movement. Amrah whimpered at the pause.
“Yeah… it was painful… but it feels so good now” she moaned out and buried her face in my nape.
As much as I wanted to ask her for details, I didn't want to ruin the moment. She hugged me tighter, sniffing my neck dramatically.
What the hell did Chris do to her?
“You smell so good,” she whispered.
I needed to do something. I was having a pump of adrenaline after the heated make-out session with Amrah.
She fled right after without looking back. I hope she wasn't curled up in her room feeling guilty for what happened.
I wish I could tell her that Chris attached no importance to their relationship, but I would be deemed selfish.
Of course, I'm selfish, but I couldn't let Amrah see me as that. Anyone else can see me as bad or whatever, but not her.
“Oh…. Fuck yes! Hmm just like that…!” I was deep in my thoughts about Amrah that I didn't realize I had walked in on Chris having his usual night parade.
“You little slut….ugh! Look at you taking my dick so well huh” He smacked his partner’s ass and thrusted in roughly.
“Yes please… harder… oh shit”
Sally?
Good match I guess.
They didn't realize I had walked in. Only Chris and I had the access card to the room, which was why he could shamelessly fuck anyone in there.
I picked up my blue bike key and left, unable to continue watching the free live porn. Just when I was having a little bit of guilt about what just happened between Amrah and me.
Fuck their one-sided relationship, I'm going for Amrah. No more yearning from the sideline. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.
“Let's go with your plans”
“Woohoo! Finally, you agree with me. I promise it will work out fine”
“It better work.”
Riding felt so much better, maybe it was because I had decided after such a long time of refraining from myself, maybe it was the kiss and the heated session I had with Amrah, or maybe it was the new bike that made riding feel so good.
The feeling was short-lived as I was suddenly surrounded by a few sports cars.
The night had just begun, I guess.